"But I saw it, I give you my word I did.
Huh! there she comes again, just like it was before. Step over here;
the spur of the rock is in your way there. Now look straight up. Get
it?"
"Easy, Frank. A fellow might think it was a star, if he didn't know
the mountain was there. Now it's getting bigger right along."
"That's so, Bob. And yet it doesn't seem to be a fire, does it?"
"More like a lantern to me," declared the Kentucky boy. "Say, what
d'ye reckon anybody could want a lantern up there for? Can you see any
swinging motion to the light Frank?"
"It does seem to move, now and then, for a fact," admitted the other,
after watching the gleam for a short time.
"About like a brakeman might swing his lantern if he was on a freight
train in a black night, eh?" continued Bob.
"Hello! I see now what you're aiming at, Bob; you've just got a notion
in your head that the lantern is being used for signalling purposes."
"Well, does that strike you as silly?" demanded Bob Archer.
"Silly? Hum! well, perhaps not, because it may be the right
explanation of the thing. But whatever would anybody up there be
signalling for, and who to, Bob?"
"There you've got me," laughed the other. "I'm not so far along as
that yet. P'raps it might be one of the rustlers, telling something to
another of the same stripe, who is located in camp out yonder on the
plain. Then, again, how do we know but what it might be that Peg Grant
lot? And Lopez.
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